Shikamaru
I sneakily stole her heavy bag from the shoulder and backed away instantly. As I suspected, she leaped towards me trying to get her bag back. She frowned and I could see how angry she was. It wasn't surprising – she hated receiving help.
- Give it back! NOW! – she hissed, trying to catch me.
- It's a man's duty to help out a frail lady. – I put on my serious voice, barely holding my laughter.
I knew she hated my sexist attitude. That's how she would call it. I was raised to call that "being a gentleman". Seeing getting her so nervous about that was definitely worth the trouble.
I run through the gates towards the village and she came in slowly with her hands in clenched fists, resting on her round hips. Did she always have these lines? I need to be careful with that stare or I might end up blind.
- For God's sake Shikamaru, it has been less than 5 minutes in Konoha and you just had to get me so furious, didn't you? Give me back my bag, I can carry it myself.
- That's what I'm here for, boss. – I emphasized the last word and Temari's eyes narrowed. She took her fan from her back, opened it and swung at me without saying a word, her face cold as a stone. I managed to kneel down behind a tree just in time – I would have been beheaded. For real. Several trees were lying behind me, clean-cut.
- Does being ungrateful come with genes or did you take a class?
I ran away laughing and she followed me, still pouting and I could feel her killing eyes on back. I don't even remember the last time I was having so much fun in 10 minutes.
- Where are you going? Tsunade's office is the other way. – she asked.
- Oh? You know what, they had switched the buildings so now it's this way. – I was going towards my apartment to drop this insanely heavy bag. Ugh, women. What does she have inside that bag? Stones?
She didn't reply but I could see I wasn't able to trick her. After a while we entered my apartment building and I held my flat's door open for her. She went inside without saying a word – and I thought it might be troublesome to lure her in.
- Want some coffee? – I offered. – I also have some sandwiches I made half an hour ago if you're hungry.
- Sandwiches? Did you make them by yourself? I find that hard to believe. – She smirked at me, grabbing one.
I only smirked back, pouring coffee in two cups and placing them on a mini bar.
She came around and sat on one of the high chairs while I kept standing in the kitchen zone, in front of her. She sipped her coffee and stared at me without saying anything. I felt like I have a living walking spark in my flat now that could burst into flames anytime. It felt… exciting. I wondered when was the last time I felt excited about something.